Title:  A Pound Of Flesh, Part 4
Author/pseudonym: Cathy Roberts
Email address: huntersglenn@yahoo.com
Rating: NC-17
Status: Completed
Pairing:  John Carter/Peter Benton
Date Completed: September 1, 2001
Archive: WWOMB and The Golden Kingdom of ER, yes.  All others please ask
first.
Series: 4/5
Category: "E.R."
Disclaimer: "ER" and all its characters belong to Warner Bros.  No
infringement of their copyright is intended.  This story was written for
the enjoyment of "ER" fans everywhere, and may be downloaded for your own
pleasure.
Summary:  Set in Season 4, an impromptu act of discipline shocks Carter and
Benton into examining their feelings for one another.


John knew he was grinning like an idiot as he watched Benton walk away, but
he couldn't do anything but grin.  Aside from the fact that Peter Benton
had one hard, muscular body, John also was happy over the fact that his
attraction to Benton was being returned.

John crossed his arms under his head as he tried to look relaxed and
confident.  Should he cross his legs at the ankles?  Spread them out a
bit?  He didn't want Benton to once again think he was gay and used to
doing things like this.  Although the look on Benton's face as he had asked
the question had been pretty cute.  Almost as cute as the look on Benton's
face when John had turned the question back around on him.  John chuckled
as he remembered that and he was surprised to hear an echoing chuckle from
across the room.  He looked up to see Benton standing in the doorway, a box
of condoms in his hand.

"What's so funny?" John lightly asked, but inside he was worried that
Benton thought he was a fool or something.  Or worse, that Benton was
laughing because this was all a joke.

"I was just watching you move, that's all," Benton replied.  He walked over
to the bed and sat down beside John.  "Couldn't get comfortable?"   Benton
asked with a smile.

John grinned.  "Not really."  He reached out for the box of condoms and
Benton placed it in his hand.  John was tempted to make some smart-ass
comment about being surprised that there were any condoms in the place
since Reese had just been born, but he was pretty sure that Benton would
reward a comment like that with another spanking.  Not that *that* was
necessarily a bad thing, but his ass was sore and John didn't want another
spanking so soon.  Instead John looked for the expiration date and he
nodded as he saw that the condoms were good for about another year.  "Think
there's enough in here?"

Benton laughed.  "There had better be, unless you've got a better recovery
period than most men."

John grinned.  "I might.  For all you know I could have a magic penis."

Benton ran a finger up the length of John's cock.  "I'm pretty sure that
you do, Carter."

John couldn't keep his eyes away from Benton's hand and he watched as his
cock arched toward that finger of its own accord.  His penis knew what to
do, so why didn't he?  John forced himself to look at the box and he opened
it, removing a few condoms.  "Don't we need K-Y or something?"

"We can use the lotion.  It'll do for now.  If we both like this well
enough, then we can buy a proper lubricant.  But not anything medicinal.  I
work in the hospital, I don't want my bed or my lover to smell like one."

John grinned at being referred to as Benton's lover.  He liked the sound of
that.  He sat up, narrowing the gap between their bodies.  "Is that what we
are?  Lovers?"

Benton smiled back at him and started to lean forward.  "Not quite yet,
Carter.  But we will be."

Their lips met -- silk on silk and John found himself getting lost in the
moment -- and then he felt fingers lightly pinching his nipples.  His
entire body shivered from that particular sensation and John arched his
back, pushing his chest further toward Benton, not wanting those sensations
to end.  His right hand crushed the condom packets and his left hand sought
out Benton's body, caressing the skin that was now taut across the man's
thigh.  John's hand followed the inside of the thigh to the apex where it
met Benton's body -- and then he began to caress Benton's testicles.
Again, the skin here was taut around them, but when Benton moaned into
John's mouth, John knew that taut or loose, Benton liked the caressing very
much.

"Man..." Benton's voice was low and husky as the kiss ended.

"I know," John replied, his hand still slowly caressing Benton.  "I know."

"If you keep doing that I'll come right here."

"Do you want me to stop?" John asked, a small smile on his face.

Benton shook his head.  "Not really, but you should.  Lie back down."

John reluctantly let go of Benton's balls and he stretched back out, eager
to find out what Benton had in mind.  He loved the way it felt when
Benton's body loomed over his while Benton loosed one of the condoms out of
John's hand.  Every place where their bodies met felt as if it were on
fire, but John wanted nothing more than to have Benton's entire body spread
out over his once again.

"Dr. Benton..."

"You can call me Peter," Benton answered as he resumed his previous
position. He had tried to tell Carter that before, but then had been
pleasantly distracted.  He smiled at John.  "I think that in light of the
situation, "Dr" is definitely too formal, don't you?"

John smiled back.  "I suppose so."  John watched as Benton carefully tore
open the foil packet.  "What now?"

Benton tossed the wrapper toward the nightstand, then reached out and
grasped John's cock.  John sucked in a quick breath as Benton's large fist
wrapped around his sensitive organ.  Then Benton rolled the condom down the
length of it.

"Good thing these aren't coated with spermicide," Benton commented as he
stood and then used his knee to pry John's legs apart so he could settle
between them.

John spread his legs even wider and looked up at Benton.  "And why is
that?"

"Well, gathering the nerve to go down on you is difficult enough, but the
idea of sucking on a condom that has spermicide on it is disgusting."
Benton made a face, then he stretched out, his head centered over John's
cock.

John swallowed noisily as he anticipated what it would feel like to have
his cock in Bent...Peter's mouth.  John enjoyed blow-jobs a great deal and
he had heard the old joke about how the best blow-jobs would have to be the
ones given by another guy because who else but another man would know what
a man liked best?  And now John was about to find out if the joke had any
truth to it.

As he felt the heat of Peter's breath on his cockhead, John let his head
fall to the pillow, his eyes fixed on a spot on Peter's ceiling.  When the
head of his cock was kissed, the feeling sent a shock wave up his spine and
he groaned.  If it felt that good through latex, what would it have felt
like on bare skin?

John found himself gasping for breath when Peter closed his lips around
John's cock.  Peter's mouth was hot and his lips held John tightly.  "Oh,
God..."

His eyes tightly closed, John found his sense of touch alive as Peter's
hand wrapped around the base of his cock.  And Peter's mouth...it was
moving up and down.  When Peter went up, his hand followed it up as well,
remaining tightly wound around John's shaft.  Together they moved down, dry
and firm hand and moist, hot mouth.  The combination was intoxicating and
John couldn't help but move his hips upward in an effort to get even more
of that feeling.  John heard a soft chuckle from Peter's direction and then
a strong hand on John's hip pinned him to the bed.

John tried his best to keep his back flat on the bed, but the desire for
more was too great and he once more lifted his hips up to keep Peter's
mouth from coming anywhere close to escaping.  His hands sought hair so he
could wrap his fingers through the strands to hold Peter in place, but
Peter didn't have hair long enough for that.

This time Peter lifted his head up as he pushed John back to the mattress.
John raised his head and their eyes met -- one set full of frustration, the
other looking amused.  "Carter, don't make me tie you to the bed, man.
I've never done this before, but I think I can handle sucking you off
without any assistance.  If you try to thrust your cock down my throat
again, I'll have no choice but to tie you down.  Is that understood?"

The mental image of being tied down and helpless while Peter Benton had his
way with him sent another wave of arousal coursing through John's body.
Not trusting himself to speak, he nodded his understanding.

"You're sure you understand that?"  Peter asked, his hand still firmly
around John's cock.

John vigorously nodded, a smile on his face.

Peter smiled and shook his head.  "What am I going to do with you, Carter?"

John finally found his voice.  "Make me come?"

Peter laughed again.  "That had been my original intention, but now I'm
thinking that maybe tying you down and making you wait for release is a
better use of my time."  Their eyes met again and Peter shook his head once
more.  "I somehow doubt if it would teach you a lesson though.  The look in
your eyes and on your face...maybe next time."

John grinned, thrilled at hearing Peter wanted there to be a next time for
them.  He nodded.  "Okay.  That sounds good to me."

Peter was still chuckling as he raised up on his knees.  "You are too much,
Carter.  Hand me the lotion."

Somewhat disappointed that the blow-job had stopped, John quickly passed
the lotion to Peter.  He was hoping that the blow-job would resume, but
instead he found his eyes glued to Peter's hands as the man squirted a
large amount of lotion onto his left hand, then brought his hands together,
smoothing the lotion out a bit.

"Try to relax," Peter instructed as he lowered one hand to John's balls --
and below.  John did relax slightly as Peter's hand gently massaged the
lotion onto his sac -- and then that hand moved lower, massaging the
remaining lotion on his perinium, but Peter's touch there was harder and
John's cock responded by jerking a few times and slightly swelling within
the condom that still sheathed it.

"You're tensing up again, Carter," Peter said.

John raised his head and looked at him, noting his smile.  "Yeah, well,
it's kinda hard to stay relaxed while you're doing *that* with your
fingers."

"It is now?" Peter asked as his smile widened.  He lowered his other hand,
the one still amply coated with lotion.  "And how about when I do this?"

John had to clench his teeth to keep from crying out as he felt a slender
finger skate over his anus.  "A little," John finally said.

"And what about now?"

That finger made a ring around John's opening before slipping in just a
bit.  This time there was no way that John could hold back a gasp as the
first ring of muscle was breached.  "More," he breathed.

"More as in another finger?  Or more as in put more of it in?" Peter asked,
his eyes dancing with amusement.

"Oh, fuck," John spread his legs further apart, trying to make his anus
open further so that it wouldn't hurt.  He knew that it wouldn't do any
good, but his body thought it was a good idea.  "More of it in me."

"You have to relax for me, Carter," Peter said.

"I think this is as relaxed as I'm going to get," John replied.

Peter shook his head.  "You've given rectal exams before.  You know how
important it is for the patient to relax.  So, pretend we're playing
'doctor' right now.  I'm the doctor and you're the patient.  And you need
to relax so I can perform this exam."

"I've had a rectal before and it wasn't quite like *this*," John replied
with a small smile.

"You were unconscious and can't possibly remember what happened," Peter
replied with a smile of his own.

John shook his head as Peter referred to the time Deb Chen had rendered him
unconscious with the defibrillator and then pretended she had performed a
rectal exam on him while he was unconscious.  At least John had always
thought she was pretending.  Maybe she had really done that to him?  John
was about to ask Peter for clarification on that when a lightning bolt shot
through his body.

"Jesus Christ!"  John gasped.

"I told you that all you had to do was relax, didn't I?" Peter said without
looking up.  "I guess I don't have to ask how this feels."

Another lightning bolt hit him and John gave up on trying to look at
Peter's face -- Peter was too intent on what he was doing now that John's
sphincter muscles were relaxed enough for his finger to be all the way in.
Instead John decided to just let his body enjoy the new sensations that
Peter was creating within it.

Another movement against his prostate made John's back arch and his hips
buck -- always trying to get closer to Peter, to get more of his finger
inside.  Peter chuckled, but he didn't say anything or push John's hips
back to the mattress.  For John, it felt as if time were suspended as he
enjoyed being on the receiving end of Peter's ministrations.  When he
finally reached the point of knowing it couldn't possibly feel any better,
it changed.  A little more pressure and a touch of pain and John knew that
Peter had inserted a second finger.  Once the flash of pain had passed,
John knew he wanted something bigger.  He wanted Peter's cock.

Peter's fingers were twisting and scissoring, sending John riding high on
waves of pleasure.  "Now," John managed to say.  "I need you now."

"Do you?  Well, you have me, Carter," Peter replied, a laugh in his voice.

John's fists grabbed the sheet in frustration.  "You...your cock...in
me...now!"

Peter chuckled.  "Demanding, aren't you?"

"Fuck, yes," John replied.

Peter slowly withdrew his fingers, making John moan as they drug across
that little organ that was capable of creating so much pleasure.

"Condom."  Peter held out his hand and John stared at it.   "Carter, you're
still holding onto the other condom," Peter gently said.

John lifted up his hand, sitting up to hand the condom to Peter.  He had
forgotten about the condom, although he had grasped the sheet so tightly
with the condom in his hand that it had left deep marks in his palm.

"Is this position good for you?" Peter asked as he rolled the condom onto
his erection.

John couldn't take his eyes off of Peter's cock.  It was huge.  Giant,
really.  And so black.  Much darker than the rest of Peter's skin.  John
began to doubt if it really could fit inside his body.  He shook his head.

"Then what position do you want to try?  You on your hands and knees?  Or
just on your belly?"

John blinked and finally looked up into Peter's face.  "What?"

"What position do you want to be in?  Hands and knees or on your belly?"

"This is good, I guess."  John's eyes dropped to Peter's cock again.   Maybe
it would fit.  Maybe.  He let his body drop to the mattress as he tried to
talk himself into believing that Peter's cock would, indeed, fit inside of
him.

Peter shook his head, then applied more lotion to his hand.  He coated the
condom liberally, then squirted out even more.  John jumped slightly as a
glob of cold lotion touched his hot opening.  But he didn't complain as
Peter worked it into his sphincter muscles and inside his anus.  Even if
John wanted to complain, he was certain that his vocal chords would fail
him.

The pleasant massaging stopped and then John felt Peter's strong hands
grabbing him under the knees and lifting.  "Hold your legs up, Carter,"
Peter commanded.

John reached out and grabbed the bottom of his thighs, trying to keep his
legs spread out as much as possible.  When Peter reared up on his own
knees, John gulped as Peter's cock swayed, and he watched as Peter grabbed
himself, aiming the head at John's anus.  John felt himself growing tense
once more.

"You've got to relax for me, Carter.  I want so much to make love to you
but I don't want to hurt you."  Peter said, his voice sounding husky and
strained.

The look of desire in Peter's eyes and on his face touched John's heart and
he took a deep breath, then closed his eyes so he wouldn't find himself
anticipating Peter's movements.

"Relax," Peter repeated and John felt something nudge at the opening.  And
then Peter's fingers were slowly pushing into him once again. "You like
this well enough, don't you?  It will be even better when my cock is in
you, Carter."

John moaned as lightning struck several times in his groin.  "Yes," he
gasped out.  His moans grew louder as Peter's fingers began to separate,
pushing him open from the inside.  Then they pulled out and John felt his
muscles stretching around Peter's spread fingers.  And then John felt
something else pushing in between those fingers as Peter's fingers slipped
out the rest of the way.  As John's muscles clenched around the new
intrusion, John took another deep breath, willing himself to relax.  And he
heard Peter gasp out loud as the head of his cock was enveloped.

"God, Carter, you are so damn tight.  I never imagined it could feel like
this," Peter said.

"I hear it gets better once you're all the way in," John replied.  He dared
to open his eyes and it took his breath away to see the look of passion
that was on Peter's face.  Their eyes locked, each one knowing it was time
to do more.

"Relax for me, Carter."  Peter repeated as he slowly pushed in.


End of Part 4